One Night With The Billionaire

There was silence and Mike shivered at the echo of the sound that came with the slap. His Mom hardly gets provoked to this level.

Hadn’t he done something wrong by coming over to her to express his grievance against his sister? But anyways, it’s all because of her stupidity.

How can his sister be so annoying? How can she ever dream of getting back together with Chase Hudson? Is she being attracted by love or by wealth?

Is it because Chase is doing well financially or because his name attracted a crowd or could it be because he is from a reputable family?

But Alexander Hamilton is not doing bad. He is based abroad but he is a big name too. What can Chase offer her that Alexander Hamilton cannot give her double of it?

But she rejected him. She doesn’t want anyone else except that casanova. Why is love so cruel to the extent that it will shut out someone’s senses like this?

Rosalinda placed her hand on her chin. She bowed her head. The moment her mother’s hand descended on her chin, she saw tinkles of stars.

This is the height of her mother’s fury. It has never been like this. She had never raised her hand on her. She had never expressed her disappointment so vividly.

Her tears dropped. When she raised her head to glance up at her mother, her eyes had gone red. Her tears ran down her cheeks.

Priscilla’s eyes had gone red too. Her fury is still visible on her. Her complexion had turned reddened. The both women glared at each other with reddened eyes.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What can a mother do for her daughter that I haven’t done for you, Rosa? What extent should a woman go for a daughter that I haven’t gone to?

I was there for you during those difficult times. When you miscarried, it was as if it’s me. It was so difficult for me to bear as if I lost the baby myself.

That man insulted me, he called me names and said I couldn’t train my daughter well. The same man who did that to you and said horrible words to your mother is the one you went back with to get acquainted?

I didn’t raise you to bring me shame. I didn’t raise you to be a sex toy to Chase Hudson. I didn’t raise you to be an idiot all your life!

How dare you hurt me this way, Rosa? I gave birth to you and raised you. I showed you love but you decided to do this to me?

You are not welcome in this house anymore. Go away. Go to Chase Hudson. You love him, right? That love will eventually ruin you if you don’t take care.

You are no longer my daughter. I can’t stand you. You chose that man over your family feelings and ties. You break our hearts. Go away from us..” Pricillia Black bellowed and dragged her daughter, taking her towards the door.

“My knees will sprain Mom,” Rosalinda was pleading. She’s on a high heel. Her mother was dragging her and she couldn’t hold up her balance.

Pricillia wouldn’t listen to her daughter and threw her out of the door. Without as much as glancing at her, she shut the door and rested her back against it.

Then she started sobbing. The storm had begun with a fierce force but Rosalinda would not come into the house. She has shut her compassion against her.

“Mom, please open the door. The storm is coming, I can’t stand it mom…please open the door…” Rosalinda was banging the door heavily. She was getting drenched already.

She had nothing to cover herself with. She was sobbing profusely. Why would her mother go mad with her this way? Why wouldn’t she spare her until this storm is over.

But Pricillia wouldn’t listen. She was sobbing profusely as well. No, some decisions need to be taken without showing mercy. Rosalinda must learn in a hard way.

Mike came to the door and said “Mom, my sister is in the storm!” He declared and wanted to force the door open but his mother grabbed him by his wrist “If you open the door, you also will be dead to me like that woman outside”

An hour passed and Rosalinda was still in the storm. She was drenched, she’s now shivering. She knew her mother was never going to open the door to her that evening.

She’s caught a cold, it might have grown into pneumonia. She needs to find shelter. She needs to get help otherwise, she might pass out.

Her handbag was in the house. She has no phone on her. Her car key is also with her mother. She started walking away from the door of the apartment.

She needs to find a shelter. If she could find a public phone boot, it would help. But then she doesn’t have her clutch with her, it only means, she has no money on her.

She walked a little and saw a taxi approaching. She will get in and then ask the taxi driver to help her with his phone. And that’s what Rosalinda did.

The taxi driver took pity on her and lent her his phone. When Rosalinda got the phone, it dawned on her who she would call. She has no friends she could call and the only person whose number she knows off hand was Chase’s.

She called him but he won’t answer his phone. That’s not strange. Chase would not answer his phone if the caller ID is not a familiar one.

After attempting twice and no answer, she sent a text baby is me Rosalinda. Please pick up. She had hardly sent the text when Chase called back.

Thirty minutes later, Chase helped Rosalinda into his Mansion. “Come upstairs, Bella shouldn’t see you in this state”

Rosalinda was already sneezing. She was exhibiting a sign of being cold. She felt weak within, she hadn’t stopped sobbing. How can this be happening to her?

How can her mom do this to her simply because she got back with Chase? This is inhuman of her. She never knew her mom to be this mean.

Chase urged her to have a warm bath while he contacted his doctor. He made an order of dress for her, he hoped the storm wouldn’t hinder them from delivering the dress early.

When Rosalinda stepped out of the bathroom, Chase had gone downstairs. She cleaned her body and got one of Chase’s shirts, she wore it, dried her hair and tied it up into a ponytail.

The door opened and Chase walked in with a glass of coffee that had the touch of ginger. The aroma of it filled the room and the steam coming from it made Rosalinda inhale it sweetly.

“Take this, I made it myself,” Chase offered. He might not be good in anything else as far as the kitchen is concerned, but he makes good coffee.

His mom had enforced it on him back then. She would say he is the youngest in the family and that’s what he would be doing for his family as his responsibility.

And often after taking the coffee and everyone retired into their rooms, his Aunt would sneak into his room and they would merge into each other, body and soul.

“It smells good” Rosalinda complimented and took the glass of coffee from him. She took a sip, squinted and glanced at Chase, surprised.

“Thank you” Chase appreciated and stood, watching and waiting for her to take a sip. But after taking a sip and she glared at him, he knew she liked it.

“You made this?” Rosalinda asked in a tone that depicted her suspicion. Did he actually brew the coffee or his cook made it?

“Yes, I make coffee a lot. You can ask Jace and Arianna” Chase affirmed it. Arianna likes his coffee too. She would want him to always be the one to make coffee whenever he’s around.

Rosalinda smiled and nodded “You’re good in this too, impressive” she commented, taking the glass to her lips again. She will like more of this coffee henceforth.

Chase smiled and teased “Yes. Aside from being good in bed, I’m also good at brewing coffee” He knows he is exceptionally good in bed. Coffee is an added talent.

“Huh!” Rosalinda choked.